While trapped in a fate worse than death the other day (Yo Gabba Gabba, I cannot deny being deeply disturbed by it), I was hanging with Sorren, a man of few words, while his mom took a shower. This is what it means to hang with Sorren:
We had so much fun I decided not to murder Debe for whipping out her go-go-Gadget-camera, again. This kid's a pretty formidable opponent, especially when he's fully on your head, and what I'd like to know is who the hell I was texting during our bout? Dang.